The Princess and the Blade

[Emora Deen]

Laurius kissed him deeply, drowning in the feel of his mouth. He pressed himself forward against Ren’s body, moaning at the pressure of their skin touching. After several minutes of exploring Ren’s mouth, and rubbing the delicious organ between his legs, he hook his hand in Ren’s horn at a different angle and pulled him down, forcing him towards the floor so that he hit his knees before Laurius.

The merchant’s hooded gaze watched Ren intently as he leaned slightly back against the table and angled his hips towards the being’s head. “Open,” he said, running the soft head of his cock along Ren’s lips.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren's green eyes looked up at his master from beneath thick lashes. Being kissed by this man felt like being devoured from the inside out, and his mouth missed the sensation. He parted his lips, taking in the intoxicating scent of Laurius's body, and licked the smooth skin in front of him. He used his tongue to explore the small divot at the tip. This was the hole that ejaculated inside him. The thought was mouth-watering. He drove his tongue into it in a swirling motion.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius groaned, sinking into the table behind him. His hand tightened around Ren’s horn, hips arching toward him. He watched him intently, lips parted with a breath. “How well can you worship your master, Ren?” His voice was a throaty rumble in his chest.

He was not usually the type that enjoyed the word ‘master’, but the way Ren had said it earlier sent a warm tingle down his spine.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren huffed steamy breath over Laurius's shaft and took his whole head into his mouth, sucking now without stopping his teasing swirls over Laurius's tip. He put his hands testingly on Laurius's thighs. He had done this only a few times, but he thought he'd begun to notice what his master liked. "I will show you," he purred, dipping back over him before pulling back with a pop, "how well I can serve you." In his next dip, he sucked Laurius in to the back of his throat and further. His throat convulsed over the huge thing invading it, while his tongue laved over his shaft. Ren's eyes rolled back in rapture. He drew up, gagging as his tight throat released him, only to swallow him in again.

[Emora Deen]

A heavy, rich, “Fuck,” slipped out of him. Half-closed eyes watched in wicked wonder at the beautiful thing before him. His breath came heavy, panting out of him as he tried to control himself. But, Ren was just too wonderful. His other hand snaked around his opposite horn and squeezed. “Yes. So… good. You’ve learned… so well.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Ah, shit... With both his horns being held, he found himself negotiating his rhythm with Laurius's guidance, until he wasn't sure if this was going down on him or being fucked. Why did the hands pulling him deeper and that praising voice feel so good? He felt like he was being sucked himself. Ren's warm, gagging moans filled the air each time he came up to breathe. He wanted to hear him... wanted to feel that small hole pulse with ecstasy and pour his seed down his throat. God, what was happening to him?

[Emora Deen]

Laurius’s breath turned ragged, hips bucking into Ren’s mouth and he knew if he didn’t stop he’d lose it and if he lost it…

He drew out of Ren’d warmth, heaving groans as he held the man at bay with his horns. “Hah, ha…” He winced, his body twitching, shifting, begging…

“Not yet,” he huffed, smoothing his hand over REN’s hair. He clenched his eyes, trembling. “I need a moment…”

After a minute, he hauled Ren up by his horns and whirled him around so his back touched the table, and then he forced him further, almost flipping him backwards until the man sprawled naked across its top, legs dangling over the edge.

“I need a moment to compose myself before we begin our experiment,” he chucked, bending to press a kiss on Ren’s belly. Just the thought of trying to enter him threatened to bring his release, he had to give his body a minute, and what better way to occupy his time than explore his test subject.

His tongue drew lines across’s the being’s unusual skin, tasting his way down. He bent, scooping Ren’s legs one after another until they draped over his shoulders and his head was aligned with that glorious, hard monster between them. He dipped his mouth towards it, licking a line along the length, remembering how sweet he tasted when he came. He took him slowly into his mouth, focusing on the wide head. He moaned at the taste, looking upward to gauge Ren’s response.

His hand snaked along Ren’s backside, a finger tracing the line of flesh before slipping between and in.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren's body arched and tensed beneath him. "Fuck," he whimpered, trying to adjust to the new sensation pressing him open. It was as uncomfortable as ever, but also confusingly paired with Laurius's tongue tasting him. Parts of his body he still wasn't well acquainted with were stretching out toward the sensations, presenting him with memories of what it felt like to receive Laurius as a female would.

Then he looked down, and found Laurius looking back up at him. Ren went still as their eyes met. His chest squeezed tight, and so did the place Laurius was fingering. The Ivis gave a startled yelp. "W-wait!" he stammered, shivering and twitching around him. He grasped for Laurius's forehead with one hand and his wrist with the other. "If you move, I might come," he warned, trying to press them both still.

[Emora Deen]

"Oh? Will you?" Laurius asked, smiling against Ren's skin. He took Ren back into his mouth and sucked without mercy. The probing finger sank deep, curling and twisting. He wanted to taste that sweetness, wanted the warmth of it rushing down his throat, the echo of Ren's cries pressing off the ceiling.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren squirmed, his alarm crumbling into ecstasy. His fingers balled up in Laurius's hair without meaning to as he cried out. Why the heck was he coming so fast? Just because he'd looked at him? He shivered and jerked, shooting in time with Laurius's merciless sucking.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius groaned when Ren came, his eyes rolling closed. He took the opportunity to insert a second finger in that moment when pleasure was overwhelming. He was so pleased to be the source of his undoing, to know he'd touched him just right. He sucked and swallowed, tasting the caramel-like flavor of his release filling his belly. When his eyes rolled back open, finding Ren again, he licked the man clean with tender, long drags of his tongue across his skin.

The two fingers eased gently into a soft rhythm before withdrawing. He rose, dragging his lips against Ren's inner thigh as he stood. He spit into his hand, smearing it over himself as he aligned his hips. The being's heavy legs draped along his shoulders and back as he guided himself to the tight place he longed to be.

"I've waited two nights for this," he said. "Each night, I wondered if you'd come to my room. You'll come now, won't you?" He pressed forward, a pleased snarl on his lips as he sank gently into Ren. "Now..." He pumped his hips a little, going a hair deeper. "Let's see about that theory? Just how loud can you scream?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren winced and moaned as the incredible pressure forced him open. It was only the tip, and it already felt like more than he could take. He wanted to say that it was useless, that it wouldn't fit. But that was what he thought every time. This time, he knew the truth; that enormous thing could and would penetrate inside him. It would shove into him where nothing was meant to enter, and fill him up until his body was full to bursting.

The perverse image was terrifying, and it was also so erotic it nearly drove him mad. "I... can't scream... until you give it to me," he choked out, his entire body shaking. He crossed his legs around Laurius's neck, unsure if he was trying to pull him in or hold him at bay. His fingers spread wide over his flat abdomen, and his eyes flicked up at his master. "Please fill me here."

[Emora Deen]

Laurius’s eyes rolled closed and he growled at that request. His hands curled around Ren’s hips, and he smiled a wicked grin. “Be careful what you ask for, Ren,” he said, and drove in. A sharp, pleased hiss eased out of him as that tightness wrapped mercilessly around his length. His hips rocked into a slow, but deep rhythm. He huffed, already so closed to breaking because of Ren’s mouth. “So tight,” he groaned. “So good. So very good.”

Hard hands dug into Ren’s gray skin, and Laurius gave into the need to break him, to watch him shatter apart. His pace turned maddening and merciless. One of his hands slipped away from Ren’s hip and grabbed hold of his length, squeezing as he might the horn he couldn’t reach.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren groaned through gritted teeth as the immense pressure burrowed into him. When the man was fully inside, he had a momentary sense of elation. He'd done it. He could take it.

Then Laurius pulled out and did his first long thrust into him, and any sense of control over the situation vanished. "Ah! Wai- Aaah!" It was all he could do to hold on to the man's body with his legs and try to control the pitch of his hips. Every long thrust tore a cry from his lips. Maybe if it was steady pressure, he could have adapted to it, but Laurius was sliding in and out so completely that each stroke felt like the first, like he was going from empty to bursting full, again and again. His grip on Laurius weakened as all his muscles seemed to go limp by instinct. Ren's cries began to thicken with need instead of protest, completely submitting to the man's sexual dominance.

That was when Laurius changed pace. The slow, relentless thrusts suddenly accelerated into a merciless concussion. Ren gave a startled shout and pressed his hands up against Laurius's chest, but the effort was completely ineffective at slowing him down. Laurius's hot hand gripped his erection and squeezed him while pounding him apart. "That's too- Agh... AH!"

Artisuren writhed on the desk, but his arms and legs were completely futile in their efforts to slow his master down. The harder Laurius went, the more his muscles shut off, as if instinct told him to hold still and not get hurt. "Too....big...Ah! Slow d-...Angh, AH!" his eyes rolled back as he jackhammered into him. It was impossible to form words any more.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius heaved moans as he hammered into Ren, his control breaking apart from the sensation alone but then there was the man’s reaction to it. All bliss and agony, so beautifully tangled together. Like hell he’d fucking slow down.

“I’m going to… Fuck… I’m…” He threw his head back, a groan to the bottom of his very soul tearing out of him as he burrowed heavy, brutal strokes into Ren, spilling into him until a final one buried his cock deep for good.

Rolling in the embers. Is that wha they called it when one stayed inside? He half-collapsed over Ren, pinning the man’s legs against his chest. His own legs trembled violently, threatening to buckle out from under him completely.

His green eyes watched Ren, a hand coming up to cup the man’s cheek. Then, he kissed him, panting breath against his lips.